LIGHTNING BLUES (w-i-p)

 

Nowhere to run

Bolts block the sun

Fall into my yard

Pierce careful guard

Rain hits the dirt

Yet blood will spurt

Whispering “Why?”

Wasteful to cry

Summer storms always pass

But longing slices like glass

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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